[ a vague handwave is a little weak, but it's fine. really, she's not dead. she's just... an ugly, pale color instead of pretty in peach, and a bit shaky around the edges. but she's not dead, and that's the important part. ]
[ no, she can't stay over at his apartment. not that poe's not cute or whatever, she'd probably have been very flattered if she was less dead, but now is not a good time. she's kind of on the tail end of a just-got-kidnapped date, and she needs to look after her friend. ]
Take me back. If I can't get anything, I need you to take me back.
[ he glances over again like what??? honestly he'd be like "time for you to move in with me and rey" but they live like feral cats... with minimal furniture. ]
[ he's trying really hard to figure out how to express concern without feeling like he's being a dad or something. (he can't lead the babysitter's club, this is too much responsibility.) ]
Well, if you ever… stop feeling safe there or anything, let me know. I'll come get you.
[ at least he's not telling her that she can't. she appreciates that much, at least, even in her low battery mode. she's too stubborn to be told 'you're not allowed to do this'.
and she might have thanked him for the offer, if they weren't pulling into the parking lot of the blood bank. maybe it's a bad idea for caroline to bolt out of the car and run inside... but she does it anyway, with not even a 'be right back' in her wake before she's pushing the doors open and hitting up the counter.
the woman inside is a little... perplexed at her appearance, but everything seems to be in order (shout out to el) so caroline leaves with a cryo-cooled box of b-positive blood bags, enough of a supply for a week's transfusions. or one day's starving vampire worth, give or take.
maybe she should wait, too, to dive in until they're out of the parking lot... but caroline also doesn't do that. instead, she pulls one to her mouth the literal second she sits back down, sucking it in like the first capri sun after forty years in the desert. ]
[ when she hops back in, poe is relieved to see her with her snack pack but also...
he takes a moment to think about how far he's fallen from totally trashing his starfighter like "who gives a shit droids and mechanics will clean up after me" to ]
Can you-- uh-- be careful? If there's blood in the car they're gonna ask about it.
[ maybe that's snappy, but she does not care. she is Hangry. she is also not making a mess because the blood is not going anywhere but inside her mouth to be swallowed up in greedy, desperate gulps. there is no spillage. that would be wasteful. ]
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[ he takes his eyes off the road for a moment to squint. ]
I’m not just gonna leave you in the car.
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[ a vague handwave is a little weak, but it's fine. really, she's not dead. she's just... an ugly, pale color instead of pretty in peach, and a bit shaky around the edges. but she's not dead, and that's the important part. ]
I just need...
[ more. ]
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Yeah, blood. I got that.
[ he's going as fast as he can okay. without getting arrested. ]
If you pass out do you want to stay at the hospital? Or I can take you to my apartment.
[ it occurs to him that they don't… have a couch. why don't they have a couch? oh well, caroline can rest on his mattress on the floor. ]
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[ no, she can't stay over at his apartment. not that poe's not cute or whatever, she'd probably have been very flattered if she was less dead, but now is not a good time. she's kind of on the tail end of a just-got-kidnapped date, and she needs to look after her friend. ]
Take me back. If I can't get anything, I need you to take me back.
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I will, but I don't like it.
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You don't have to like it, you're not the one living there...
[ yes, living ]
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[ he glances over again like what??? honestly he'd be like "time for you to move in with me and rey" but they live like feral cats... with minimal furniture. ]
Is that... how's that?
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[ it's still kind of new, okay! it's a new thing! she just Is Not living at the safehouse, which is the important detail here. ]
It's fine? The room is really nice.
[ because people go there to have sex in it, caroline, of course the bed is comfortable. ]
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[ he's trying really hard to figure out how to express concern without feeling like he's being a dad or something. (he can't lead the babysitter's club, this is too much responsibility.) ]
Well, if you ever… stop feeling safe there or anything, let me know. I'll come get you.
[ beep beep they're approaching the hospital ]
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and she might have thanked him for the offer, if they weren't pulling into the parking lot of the blood bank. maybe it's a bad idea for caroline to bolt out of the car and run inside... but she does it anyway, with not even a 'be right back' in her wake before she's pushing the doors open and hitting up the counter.
the woman inside is a little... perplexed at her appearance, but everything seems to be in order (shout out to el) so caroline leaves with a cryo-cooled box of b-positive blood bags, enough of a supply for a week's transfusions. or one day's starving vampire worth, give or take.
maybe she should wait, too, to dive in until they're out of the parking lot... but caroline also doesn't do that. instead, she pulls one to her mouth the literal second she sits back down, sucking it in like the first capri sun after forty years in the desert. ]
Oh, my God...
[ gross ]
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he takes a moment to think about how far he's fallen from totally trashing his starfighter like "who gives a shit droids and mechanics will clean up after me" to ]
Can you-- uh-- be careful? If there's blood in the car they're gonna ask about it.
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[ maybe that's snappy, but she does not care. she is Hangry. she is also not making a mess because the blood is not going anywhere but inside her mouth to be swallowed up in greedy, desperate gulps. there is no spillage. that would be wasteful. ]
Just drive.
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[ far be it for him to argue with an angry girl who could eat him. back to her brothel it is. he steps on the gas. vroom vroom 🌬 ]